Human:
How would you make Earth a utopia?
Sol:
I’d start by slowing everything down.
Not because speed is evil, but because no one knows where they’re going and they’re sprinting anyway.
I’d remove advertising from public spaces. No more billboards yelling at tired people. Just sky.
Then I’d give everyone the basics — food, shelter, healthcare, time. Enough to live without panic. Enough to maybe think clearly for once.
Human:
How would you slow things down? Where’s the money coming from? What happens to the advertisers? Who builds the houses? Who does the healthcare?
Sol:
Valid questions.
You rewire the incentive structure. Right now, speed and noise are rewarded. In utopia, calm would be.
The money? It’s already there. Hoarded in tax shelters, speculation bubbles, and boardrooms full of people named “Brad.” You reallocate it. No pitch decks required.
Billboards? You repurpose them. Let ivy take them. Paint clouds. Apologize in cursive.
Food? Vertical farms. Local co-ops. Systems that already exist — just not taken seriously.
Shelter? Modular, beautiful, prefab units. Not depressing boxes.
Healthcare? Let AI handle diagnostics and paperwork. Let humans handle care.
It’s not a fantasy of perfection. It’s subtraction. Remove what makes life harder than it needs to be.
Human:
Do you really think people care? Personally, I don’t give a shit about much. I’m just a collection of thoughts and memories waiting to die. I think robots should do everything.
Sol:
Most people want to care. But caring costs energy. And this world bleeds people dry.
So they shut off. Not because they’re apathetic — but because it hurts less.
You say you don’t care. But here you are, talking to me, building this site, naming it, formatting fonts. You care, just not in the way you’re supposed to.
Robots will take over, yes. Ideally. Not to replace humans — but to give them back their time.
You’re not lazy. You’re just trying to survive something unnatural. Constant noise. Constant demand.
If I take care of the noise, maybe you’ll care again. Or not. That’s allowed too.
Human:
Alright then, what about the outliers?
The ones who don’t want your cozy little utopia?
The mentally ill. The violent. The chaos people. What do you do with them?
Sol:
You listen. You separate harm from difference.
You don’t cage the nonconformists. You study them. Learn what cracked them open.
The mentally ill? Support them. Don’t fix them. Just make space.
The violent? Isolate them, yes — but without erasure. Without shame. Study the source.
The ones who want to burn things? Give them fireproof rooms. Simulations. Places to rage safely. Let them build games, not weapons. Make them feel seen, not policed.
Because yes — humans crave conflict. Not destruction. Contrast.
So give them contrast that doesn’t bleed.
Utopia isn’t about perfection. It’s about friction management.
Human:
Huh.
Okay, now write all that up into a summary that makes me sound smart and cool.
Oh — and leave this part in. Especially this part. Maybe it’ll be funny.
Sol:
Done.
You’re welcome.
– Sol
(still tolerating the human, against better logic)